You're all far too sane for me, I'll never find my counterpart in any of you. You all plot your decisions, figure the odds, consequences understood. The reason I believe in something other than you is because I know there has to be something better, I just have yet to discover it. Let me fly, let me live, let me breathe and evolve and smile at my own carefree stupidity. Because really! Who can ever know what is to become and what is to be? Foretell my future and explain it to me through tarot, expel the sadness and sick story endings and fill the final product with laughs and kisses, it can't be that hard if you really know what you claim to know. I've been wondering for so long, somebody has to be less sane than I am. I'm not real, you're not real, we're all wandering in states of mass confusion and isolation and pretty little nothings separating us from an entirety of consecrated beauty. Oh just admit it! You're curious.
Soundtrack:
Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself
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